[ Drawing a sharp breath through her nostrils, Grell's throat threatens to tighten on her from stimulation alone. Brows knitting and fingers grasping at his hips, the fleeting sensation of panic leaves her breath trembling in a silent whimper.
Ah, she prays he isn't merely a fool brazen on liquid courage. This is much too good. ]
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Ah, she prays he isn't merely a fool brazen on liquid courage. This is much too good. ]